Spring break is just around the corner and i’m terribly excited! Because my family’s taking a trip to Georgia!
There’s nothing really special about Georgia to me, its just the fact that i’ll be able to stay in a car for 4 hours and use it as an excuse to waste my time gazing outside, draw, and just not feel like i have to be doing something other than what i’m doing. Not only that, when your in a car for 4 hours, you are definitely going to have a karaoke room-on-wheels at some point, and thats another thing i really miss. I haven’t had a family road trip to anywhere in a long time, so i’m going to make sure I enjoy every minute of it!
Now that i think about it, it makes me sad that we haven’t had a family road trip in a long time. We used to have one at least once a month to Georgia, but the times we visit there overall decreased steadily by each passing year, up to now where we haven’t gone at all. It’s just evidence that my dad’s aging; he says its because he’s too old to handle the trip. It makes me anxious, and scared. Because when i realize my dad is aging, i don’t just stop there. I keep thinking on and on about how one day, eventually, he’ll be gone. And with that thought, the tears just don’t stop flowing out.
Its funny how when i was a kid, i hated family road trips. i hated being in closed spaces, especially a car, since i couldn’t run or move around. i hated the anxious feeling i would get when i played my gameboy, scared that it would turn red at any moment, and that i would be forced to sit in a car for an hour or more (which seemed like an eternity to me back then). I hated sitting still, and i hated being stuck in a car with my brother and my mom. But now, i wish i enjoyed the long rides a little more.
“A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself - to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.”—Leo F. Buscaglia
“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart